Monday, October 21, 2024
Bahamian Good Morning Greetings
Sunday, October 20, 2024
Cocaine Doesn’t End Well
In the shimmer of the city’s midnight glow,
Where neon lights flicker, fast and slow,
A devil whispers in powdered white,
Promising pleasure, promising flight.
Lines like highways carved on glass,
Inhaling a thrill too sharp, too fast.
It slides like silk through burning veins,
Chasing euphoria, masking pains.
Eyes wide open, heart in race,
A glimpse of heaven, a frantic pace.
But the bliss that rises, a fleeting dream,
Soon crashes down, torn at the seams.
Report: Christianity and Its Negative Impact on The Bahamas
Report: Christianity and Its Negative Impact on The Bahamas
Table of Contents
- Introduction
- Historical Overview of Christianity in The Bahamas
- 2.1 Arrival of Christianity
- 2.2 Role of Missionaries
- 2.3 Christianity and Colonialism
- Socio-Cultural Impacts
- 3.1 Suppression of Indigenous Beliefs and Traditions
- 3.2 Reinforcement of Patriarchal Structures
- 3.3 Impacts on LGBTQ+ Communities
- Political and Legal Influence
- 4.1 Christian Influence on Policy-Making
- 4.2 Restrictions on Religious Freedom
- Economic Effects
- 5.1 Church Wealth vs. Public Poverty
- 5.2 Christian Conservatism and Economic Development
- Psychological and Mental Health Implications
- 6.1 Guilt, Fear, and Moral Judgments
- 6.2 Stigmatization of Mental Illness
- Conclusion
1. Introduction
Christianity has played an integral role in shaping the historical, cultural, and social landscape of The Bahamas. As the dominant religion, its influence permeates all aspects of life, from political systems to everyday social norms. While Christianity has contributed to education and moral frameworks in the country, its presence has also led to several negative consequences, many of which have been overlooked or downplayed due to the religion's deeply entrenched position in Bahamian society.
This report aims to provide a balanced yet critical examination of Christianity's negative impacts on The Bahamas, focusing on its socio-cultural, political, economic, and psychological implications. By doing so, we seek to shed light on how the religion’s influence has hampered the nation’s development and contributed to social inequality, discrimination, and cultural erasure.
Saturday, October 19, 2024
The Forgotten Lighthouse
The Forgotten Lighthouse
Chapter 1: Escape to Isolation
Leonard Davis was no stranger to isolation. A celebrated artist in his early forties, his work had graced gallery walls from New York to Berlin, but fame had come at a price. The galleries, the constant demand for new pieces, the endless interviews—it all had grown too loud, too chaotic for his fragile psyche. City life had become suffocating. He needed silence, he needed space, and most of all, he needed to reclaim his art for himself. That’s when he found the island.
It was a remote Bahamian islet, barely a speck on most maps, known only to a few locals and travelers with a penchant for adventure. But Leonard hadn’t come across it in a travel guide or by word of mouth. It appeared as if by fate, in an obscure online listing: "Lighthouse on secluded island for sale. Perfect for restoration." The ad seemed like a whisper from another world, beckoning him to leave everything behind. The idea of rebuilding a lighthouse had ignited something in him—a challenge, a project far removed from the art world he was eager to escape.
He purchased it within a week, leaving behind New York's relentless rhythm, and arrived on the island with nothing more than his tools, a few personal belongings, and a determination to disappear into his work.
The lighthouse stood as a ghostly silhouette against the turquoise waters, its weathered white stone walls cracked, roof battered by decades of neglect. It seemed to teeter on the edge of existence, as if at any moment, it might crumble into the sea. Leonard loved it instantly.
Don't Keep Bad Company
Don’t Keep Bad Company
The sun is bright, but clouds may creep,
Not every friend is meant to keep.
The world is vast, with many faces,
Some lead to light, some darkened places.
Be wary of the mask they wear,
The charming smile, the vacant stare.
A handshake firm, but void of soul,
Can chip away and take its toll.
The voices soft, the words they spin,
May coax you gently to let them in.
But hidden shadows dwell inside,
A festering wound beneath the pride.








